The words that are not domineering in the sadness instantly reminded Xia Qingyang of the scene of getting the soul skill and getting drunk with 3,000 guests that night, could it be that there is also a stunt hidden in this hunting knife?

Xia Qingyang couldn't believe it, if this was the case, wouldn't his luck be against the sky? He suppressed his excitement, played the necromancy, and finished a set of seals, but there was no expected change, and even the strange colors and handwriting on the knife disappeared, but the white soul star returned to Xia Qingyang's body.

Although he didn't get the awesome soul skill, Xia Qingyang was still very happy, obviously this hunting knife was not ordinary, especially with soul power, it was able to make the opponent grow old, it was simply a perverted means.

With this hunting knife in his hand, his confidence in the road ahead was a little stronger, if he didn't worry that there might be a master behind Xia He, he really wanted to hold the hunting knife and kill back to Xiajia Town.

Packing up his thoughts, Xia Qingyang quickly left the cave and continued to move forward.

After half a month, Xia Qingyang finally walked out of the mountains and entered the plains, and saw the village that he hadn't seen for a long time, although it was not the familiar Xiajia Town, he still had a feeling of being reincarnated.

In the past nearly a month, relying on the wild fruit mountain spring every day, the birds have faded out of the mouth, and in the end, I really couldn't help but hunt and kill a few beasts, and somewhat satisfied my cravings, but the effect of cultivating with necromancy was not very significant, refining seven or eight beasts, but not even a single soul trick was opened.

Thinking of the scene before Uncle Yang's death, after all, he had still received the favor of this beast in the mountains, and he was embarrassed to kill too much, so he terminated the experiment of cultivation.

A few days later, Xia Qingyang appeared in a small town in the northeast of Lanzhou, which was about the same size as Xiajia Town, but it was obviously much more lively, and the number of people on the street was more than double that of Xiajia Town.

This is the difference between the plains and the mountains, Xia Qingyang has some insight now, and quickly figured out the reason.

Sleeping in the open all the way, now he is alive and well, a little named Hanako, the clothes on his body are torn one by one, dancing with the wind, fortunately, the key parts are still complete, otherwise he is really embarrassed to wander on the street in broad daylight.

Even so, when everyone looked at him, they looked at him as if they were looking at a plague god, and they all avoided walking, with a look of disgust on their faces.

Xia Qingyang wanted to ask where the inn was, but no one was willing to tell him, so he had no choice but to look for it by himself, fortunately, the town was not too big, and he saw an inn after a few streets, the name was very interesting, called the overnight stay.

"What a gentle name, presumably the boss is also a cultural person, he shouldn't discriminate against my appearance like those laymen, right?" Xia Qingyang muttered and walked into the inn.

At a glance, there were more than a dozen tables in the hall on the first floor, and a total of more than a dozen people were sitting in twos and threes, and most of them were teenagers, so much so that he was a little puzzled.

"Go, go, where did you come from, I don't want to see what kind of place this is, can you come in?" A guy ran out from behind the counter, with a disgusted expression, wanting to push Xia Qingyang out, but he didn't know where to start, he danced with his hands in a hurry, and scolded again and again.

"I'm here to stay at the hotel. Xia Qingyang said and took out a gold coin, but he also understood that if he didn't take out some real money, the other party would not believe it.

"Huh, where did you steal it here?" the man looked stunned, although a gold coin is not a lot of money, but it is enough to stay in such an inn for two days with food and drink, it is already a big novelty for a man to be able to take out a piece of broken silver, and now he can suddenly produce a gold coin that can be exchanged for a hundred taels of silver, which makes him unbelievable.

Xia Qingyang's face sank when he heard this, and he said, "How can you speak? I said that your inn is not doing business? If you don't do it, I'll go to another house." ”

"Do, do, of course do!" How can there be a businessman who can't get along with money, the guy hurriedly put on a smiling face, although it was still difficult to bear the smell on Xia Qingyang's body, but for the sake of the shining gold coins, he endured it for the time being, and said with a smile: "Guest officer, do you live in a single room or an upper room?"

"I live-" Xia Qingyang was about to ask how much the single room and the upper room cost, and if there was a place to take a bath, the curtain leading from the hall to the backyard was suddenly lifted, and a man with a short figure and a big belly walked out, looking about fifty years old, with a shiny face, a fat head and big ears, but the eyes were slightly squinted, which was not very harmonious with the overall style.

Xia Qingyang, who watched it, secretly praised in his heart: This person was born to be a shopkeeper!

"Ergou! What about the ink with a little flower child, don't blast it out yet!" Listening to the tone, there is no doubt that it is the shopkeeper, Xia Qingyang reluctantly raised the gold coin in his hand again, which means that he has a bit of gold on his face.

Seeing the gold coin in Xia Qingyang's hand, the fat shopkeeper's eyes narrowed even tighter, but after looking at it for a while, he suddenly said, "Boom out!"

This time, the guy Ergou didn't quite understand, and hesitated: "Shopkeeper, he has money." ”

"Money, money, money, you know money!" The fat shopkeeper angrily held the ears of the second dog, pointed to the signboard outside the door and said: "Raise your dog's eyes and see, what is the name of our store?

"Yes, yes, I know!" Ergou hurriedly shouted as his ears hurt from being ripped out.

"You know what a! You're related to him, I'm going to send you to ask for food." The fat shopkeeper let go of his hand, but his mouth still didn't stop.

The second dog guy rubbed his red and swollen ears with one hand, and pushed Xia Qingyang with the other, but at this time, he didn't care whether it was dirty or not, and said with a bitter face: "Master, you can do it, go to another house." ”

Xia Qingyang couldn't cry or laugh, looking at the fat shopkeeper with a fat head and big ears, he didn't look like an elegant person with a belly of ink, a belly of straw bags was very likely, and I didn't know how to come up with such a store name at the beginning.

He also didn't want to entangle with such a person, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait!" Suddenly someone next to him stopped him, he turned his head to look, in the lobby by the door of a table, sat two young men, a fat man, a thin man, the fat man looked like a vegetable, seemed to be in poor spirits, and his clothes were very shabby, but the thin man was full of energy, gorgeously dressed, and had a bun on his head, which was not uncommon among men who did not fall into the dynasty.

It was the fat man who spoke, he squinted his eyes and glanced at Xia Qingyang a few times, then turned to the fat shopkeeper and said: "I said the shopkeeper, but it is not appropriate for you to do this business, I think your brand is simply changed to a rich person who stays overnight, then again, people really have money in their hands, and you are not doing this authentically." ”

The fat shopkeeper saw that it was him who spoke, his eyes glared angrily, and said: "You two guys have been sitting for most of the day, except for drinking boiled water, drinking boiled water, and not even ordering a pot of tea. ”

The fat boy didn't want to be unforgiving, got up and came to Xia Qingyang's side, hooked his shoulder without any suspicion, and said with a smile: "I said this brother, if you don't mind that we will live outside this inn for the next few days, you can also publicize it for others when you have nothing to do, okay?"

Seeing that the young man didn't seem to have malicious intent, Xia Qingyang quietly let go of the hand holding the hunting knife, and said with a smile: "This matter is very good, so let's say it." ”

As soon as the two sang and harmonized, it seemed that they had discussed it, and the fat shopkeeper's teeth were about to be crushed, but he smiled and said: "The two masters, don't joke about the shop, let you live there?"

Before Xia Qingyang could speak, the fat boy had already yelled at Ergou: "Why don't you go and prepare the room quickly?

Ergou turned around and ran to the backyard, turned around after running a few steps, and said weakly: "How many rooms do you want to prepare?"

The fat boy didn't make a sound, Xia Qingyang observed his words, laughed in his heart, and didn't care, and said briskly: "Two upper rooms!"

"Don't! don't need two, just one, what to see, go and prepare, one in the upper room!" After drinking away the two dog guys, the fat boy turned around and smiled at Xia Qingyang: "Two rooms are too wasteful, let's squeeze it." ”

Xia Qingyang hesitated for a moment, nodded and agreed.

The fat shopkeeper, who had not interjected from beginning to end, snorted lightly, turned to leave, and the corner of his eye swept around the thin young man's body again, and a sneer appeared in his heart.

The first thing Xia Qingyang did after entering the room was to take a bath, and the fat boy didn't see outside, squatting outside the bathtub and chatting to himself, while the thin boy stayed in the room by himself and never came out.

After cleaning up the profits, the three of them went downstairs to eat, with Xia Qingyang, the "big rich man", the fat boy was also bold, unceremoniously ordered a few meat dishes, and even asked for a pot of wine.

The fat boy's name is Ji Zhong, and Xia Qingyang is generally sixteen years old, and he was also born in a small village on the side of the Suohe Mountain Range.

The origin of the thin young man, Ji Zhong couldn't tell clearly, and the man himself didn't seem to want to say more, he only knew that his name was Long Hanxiang, who was fifteen years old this year, and Xia Qingyang didn't ask much, because he didn't tell the truth about his past experience.

The three of them were talking about some interesting things on their way, when Xia Qingyang suddenly heard the words "Qianyang Sect" mentioned in the topic discussed by several teenagers at the adjacent table, and couldn't help but listen attentively.

Ji Zhong was obese, but his mind was meticulous, he looked at Xia Qingyang's expression, and said with a smile: "Why does Xia Shao also want to go to Qianyang Sect?"

"Huh?" Xia Qingyang didn't react for a while, and said vaguely: "What are you going to do in Qianyang Sect?"

Ji Zhong didn't care if he really didn't know, he just smiled and said, "If you go to Qianyang Sect, you will naturally want to be a soul master, what else can you do?"

"Qianyang Sect is so easy to go?" Xia Qingyang didn't pretend this time.

"Looks like you really don't know. Ji Zhong suddenly lowered his voice and said: "Naturally, you can't go on weekdays, but recently it's different, the Qianyang Sect is opening the mountain gate and recruiting disciples, so you can naturally go." ”

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